Stop yer bellyachin’! Stop yer kvetching! Stop being such a big baby pee pants. (someone actually said that to me before and it helped in two ways. #1: It made me lol! #2: It made me feel silly for all the complaining I was doing to anyone who would listen. um, like y’all).

Yet, being called out for whiny behavior didn’t discount my sads. So much sads. GAA!

I’m a runner; I run. When I can’t, when you can’t, you know that helpless feeling.

That’s the downside. The upside is that I can still bike; I can still lift. Thank God.

There’s also one more upside to this news: I’ll still be at the race, cheering all of you on. YAY!

While I’m moving in slowmo these days and lamenting my situation, I know that so many of you are tackling this race for the first time and THAT’S EXCITING! I will be there cheering you on, hollering DON’T STOP! Maybe holding a goofy sign.

I’ll get over my hump. I’ll run again (God-willing). I’ll run this race again.

But for now, for this year, consider me your cheerleader.

GOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a wound to lick, or at the very least some self-indulgent whining to take care of.